It raised its head, facing the moonlight above its head, exhaled a mouthful of turbid corpse air, and its two fangs were shocking.

Zombie? Zombies! !

Zhang Yuanqing felt that his Uncle Ying had a ptsd attack.

It turned out to be a zombie, yes, it should be a zombie, otherwise what's the point of this consumable item, the corpse-suppressing talisman? Zhang Yuanqing thought of retreating in his heart. At this point in his exploration, he had obtained enough information.

It's time to go back to the main hall.

But at this moment, the shoulders suddenly sank, and the familiar cold feeling descended, eroding the body, bringing the chill of goosebumps.

At this critical moment, the shoulder-squatting ghost came.

Fifteen minutes are up... Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.

In this ancient temple full of crises, the spirit is highly tense, and it is difficult to devote all energy to silently counting the time. You can only guess by feeling, and there will be deviations.

The appearance of the Crouching Wraith made the situation even worse, and the next scene would add fuel to the fire.

As if smelling the breath of a living person, the zombie sitting in the coffin stopped raising its head, its protruding eyeballs dropped, and looked towards the window, looking out of the window to peek into its own eyes.

...... Zhang Yuanqing bounced up in the horror of goosebumps one after another, turned his head and ran away.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a loud bang when the coffin lid fell to the ground.

Not daring to look back, carrying the wraith on his shoulders, he ran with heavy steps.

There was another bang, and the door was knocked away.

Zhang Yuanqing turned his head while running wildly, and saw a hideous and terrifying figure wrapped in tattered clothes rushing out of the room, leaping fiercely, and chasing after him like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.

This is a zombie? Where is the freeze? His face changed drastically, he spun his feet, turned around with the help of inertia, and stabbed the zombie in the chest.

Hit the end of the gun to the ground to form a simple horse rejection post.

At the same time, he saw a hideous hole in the zombie's chest, and the heart seemed to have been dug out.

big brother? Zombies are the big brothers in the Codex!

The next moment, the zombie rushed forward with a long gun on top of it. The finger-thick gun body collapsed like a full moon, and then snapped off with a 'click'.

Before he had time to think about it, Zhang Yuanqing seized the opportunity created by the spear and rolled past the zombie's feet, his nose was filled with the smell of corpses, and the sound of a big knife slashing to the ground sounded behind him.

He rolled all the way behind the zombie, flicked his knees, jumped up, and swung the dagger in his hand.

"when!"

The short knife slashed at the back of the zombie's head, like cutting steel, and did not cause any damage except for cutting off a few hay-like hairs.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Yuanqing who was hurt by the shocking force transmitted back from the handle of the knife, and the weapon was almost dropped.

"Copper skin and iron bones?"

Zhang Yuanqing was terrified, and immediately saw the zombie turn around quickly, raised his sharp black-nailed hands, and clasped his shoulders.

Pain hit immediately.

The sharp black nails pierced his skin, and the dark red blood stained his red coat. JrNovels.com